Wild kratts, they were a huge part of my childhood.
And there they were, their dimensional counterparts with green and blue suits they used to turn into animals, or more like suits resembling animals. Those twins were very young looking, probably in their early 20s.
Christine realized that she loved Mirio's youthful naivety along with his absolute passion for righteousness. It was amazing to witness someone not tainted by the struggles of life… yet.
But again, that's not going to be happening immediately. I hesitate to use the word 'hiatus' because I feel like it's a death sentence for fics. Still, it's basically accurate. The Dead End will be going on break for a while as I recharge my motivation to write it.
"Deserved," Jason nodded, surprisingly vehement in his stance. "Fuck tomb raiders and grave robbers. On principle. The bastards destroy way too much history before it has a chance to be properly cataloged."
I let the blade cut my head off and I turn to dust, soon as I come back with an Ice quirk…. Okay, this shit is overpowered. If this was a fanfic I bet the author was probably using me to vent some steam and relax.
"I'm still right her. I won't leave you." She said as his hand tightened around hers weakly. He was still shaking as she pressed a kiss to his forehead, trying to give him some last comfort. He had stopped wheezing as his breathing slowed down. She listened to his last breaths, still speaking to him, letting him know they were going to be alright. Finally, he took his last breath, and his chest was still.
She stood, resolve in her eyes. She would save her son the only way she could. She would separate him from the will of the world. She would separate him from fate itself. She would give him the ability to forge his own fate and forge his own path. He would no longer be tied down to a destiny that was chosen for him.
For real tho i have a list or will have one with names i wont hesitate to just throw to the sun or make their brain go <exe.error> without return. Heh i even want to make various lists, like bucket list, achievements list and so on and so on. For example make a joke out of the joker befor killing him, or make Batman shit himself "sUprIsE MoTherFucKer" style.
Despite the depravity pouring out of her mouth, Becca was still fully clothed. It certainly wasn't a stretch to mistake her moans, mewls, and mutterings for something said in the heat of orgasm though. In a certain roundabout way, it was even accurate. Kind of…
Everyone would eventually find their own ways of coping with the new knowledge. Of coping with the Eldritch Truth. It helped that Eldritch beings weren't as prevalent here as in Yharnam. They still existed. But almost as an afterthought rather than a core component and driving force of this reality.
Also, pushing myself to keep up with the public release schedule is just running me ragged. I feel like I can't ever take a break, even when I need to. I'm determined to finish out this story (or at least get it to a satisfying stopping point where I can cut back my attention on it). So in light of all of that, I'm going to be pulling back the schedule to 2 chapters a week (Friday, Sunday).
"Oh, you mean Cha-" cutting me off the Phoenix immediately said, "He who shall not be named!" slightly bewildered and amused I answered "... Right, he who shall not be named, ... but we all know to be bald, in a wheelchair, and boasting that he is the strongest telepath in the world, which is utter bull-, but sure, we will not talk about him.